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Post by Ramona Gray on Feb 17, 2013 23:31:14 GMT -5
They're all just waiting to kill me. WELL THE JOKE'S ON YOU, ASSHOLES. I WILL KILL YOU ALL FIRST. ALL OF YOU. ALL OF YOU.
ALL OF YOU YOU HEAR ME?
Okay I'm done.
Anyway, at the threat of self-votes, I'm writing a confessional! *confetti* /bryce
I don't really know exactly what to say at the moment, but I am notsure when I'll have time to confess later, so i'm doing it now.
Sorry, no background on how I got here yet! I'll get into it later. For now, the only thing you need to know is I sit here, poised for greatness at the eve of thegreat war, clinging to a tripler as I stare shifty-eyed at my strategic allies who both hold in their possessions weapons of mass destruction.
The only advantage we lack is numbers. The greatest advantage we do have is tentative trust with some, and a widespread mutual distrust of the one known as Alicia.
She will die.
Unless they really are all out to get me.
Why did I pick a sitout disadvantage?
I'm going to go try board 2's password for a few hours until I get in or my eyes and fingernail beds bleed.
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Post by Ramona Gray on Feb 18, 2013 21:01:06 GMT -5
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